Chapter 1886 Conversation with the Masked Man 3

This thought only lasted for a moment, and the masked man wanted to laugh a little. Could Si Mobai's woman be tricked by beauty?

This is unlikely, so what kind of mentality did Feng Tianlan use to draw his portrait?

Is it possible to draw a small portrait to curse him?

The masked man squinted at the small portrait in the book, then thought about his own strange thoughts, smiled, put the book back, looked up at the opposite mountain, closed his eyes, and continued to meditate meditation.

How did Feng Tianlan ever think that the small portrait she drew just to see if she knew this man would make such an arrogant man have another idea.

It's just that sometimes, fate is like this, once it comes, it will be like a wild beast, no matter how hard it is, it can't be stopped.

Feng Tianlan returned to the cabin, looked at the alchemy book, but was thinking hard about how to change the status quo, how to re-cultivate spiritual power, and then escape from this mountain and escape from the control of that masked man.

At least let her know what is his purpose?

But all of this will come later. The most important thing for her now is to give A Bao a birthday gift. This is what she wants as a mother. No matter what, she wants to send it to A Bao.

But she had never been with A Bao before, and she didn't know what boys would like, so she was a little confused for a while, and didn't know what to give.

Feng Tianlan thought hard for two days, and finally decided to make a sword with his own hands, thinking that boys would like it.

Thinking about what to give, Feng Tianlan didn't ask Xiao Mo to help, but went to cut down a hundred-year-old tree by himself, took the best wood, and started making wooden swords. on the hilt.

Looking at the small wooden sword, Feng Tianlan took the small dagger again, and carefully carved on it, and soon a little taller figure appeared on it, which was her miniature version, and carved a little Abao on top.

Seeing the two little people holding hands, Feng Tianlan called Xiaomo with satisfaction.

"Miss." Xiao Mo called out respectfully.

Feng Tianlan put the written letter and the wooden sword together, then handed it to Xiaomo, and wrote another one and handed it to her.

Xiaomo glanced at it and saw the address written on it, so she understood, and hurriedly lowered her head and said in fear, "I don't have the right to leave your side, and I don't have the right to give you something."

Feng Tianlan looked at her coldly, took a pen and wrote another line.

This is my birthday present to my son. The words are simple and don't reveal anything, so you can give it with confidence.

"No matter what it is, the slaves don't dare." Xiao Mo glanced at it, and still lowered her head and said in fear, this is really not something she can decide.

Seeing Xiao Mo's insistence, Feng Tianlan hooked Xiao Mo with a cold face.

As soon as Xiao Mo came forward, her neck was quickly hooked, and she immediately knelt down on the ground. Immediately, her neck was icy cold. Even if she didn't dare to lower her head, she could still feel that the sharp point of the dagger was touching the ground. on her neck.

The point of the dagger pierced her skin, and she could clearly smell her own blood, which made her frightened, "Miss..."

A trace of murderous intent flashed across Feng Tianlan's cold eyes, she used a little force with her fingertips, and penetrated a little deeper, and was about to cut Xiaomo's neck. With a clang, the dagger fell to the ground.

"If you kill her, nothing that should get out can't get out."